Dy'r pas dwi'n siopi, a'n am ystwp chi'n chi'n dda when I'm under my six-shot salute
Salute the jeans, put me taxing niggas in the nassat
Puttin' money on your head and they feel for this
Maniac, footwell's LV, swagger lever on smash, I look LV
I'm not a rapper, I'm a trap star, these niggas don't have a clue on my life
It's like same issue, different talent, every time I rap, it's like feds on my case
Tryna catch man slipping, career cook, it's top of head for these pagans
Cos class the beginning and there's no limit, I'ma keep on gettin' go up
Untill the facts come and get me, untill then I'ma be weed ass, rubbing
Shots gettin' stick up, cos cam is gettin' kina for the dodgy transaction, I'ma beat
Yo, um, yo, things done changed for the better
Or maybe for the worse, but who we know is get cheddar
Standing at your door, black top, verbal red up
I'ma go get up, put your hands up, you know better
If he thinks that he's odd, cos he pars with a stick
We bring out the pumps, see how fast they will shift
I got duns in my team that have mastered this shit
Never see a handshake when we're blasting with it
I leave a nigga stiff cold, with a steel
When you looking down a barrel, you know this shit's real
One shot from the west and make a nigga look ill
Two shots from the west and make a nigga's face real
I roll with the realest, the illest, known as the killers
Niggas get zoned with the chrome, when we come around niggas get blown
Fitting, smoothings, everything goes, duck when we're firing
Jump up on his job, then we fire him
We expire him, no time to move because the shot's already lined in
Steady on the aim, hit a nigga with a try-in
With a try-in
Listen, when this bitch, my niggas get it right
When this bitch, my niggas get it right
T-in, ye?
My bars, just ten out of ten
We going hard since I came out of pen
Lost a couple of dollars, cos I hate when they pretend
To show me love, but behind my back they splitting flames
Like what's up with them, like I'm gonna worry
I don't need to be your fucking friend
Like I can't have a shot, you blow me right up on your ends
Like I can't have a buddy floating right up on the Thames
Always pick the facts, you never seen a stunt
He says he's got your back, but you can't see the front
Look, he's just a twat, he's just a silly cunt
He's a tap to buy a strap and never see the gun
You're petty shit, I get gas when I see your pump
I'm ready, pricks must have a mash when I see you chumps
Very sick, I miss it
Chilly with my nigger A, B, nigger C, this
Token on the sour D, got me twisted
Rolling with a desi E, make you eat it
I'm F-top, but I'm a G till I D, I E
So the XYZ niggers, what's the deal?
I owe you niggers something still
I'm trying to get my P's up, so I bang Z
Bangs, nine bars, boxes, oh shit
Chilly with my nigger is a ST
Start singing to the jakes, leave them SP
Bitch boy, you want to test me?
Hop on the wave to your boat like a jet ski
You know my niggers, that's deadly
Give a nigger look at six feet
Listen, listen, listen
Street brick clear, turning powder into rocks
Street back, tena, tena, ten shit
I know that, cause I whip it up myself
I don't need no help
Couple G's on his end, I recommend him to kill his
There's any soul to the second
That's how it be right now
No matches, I let his pig and slip right in
Oh, what's that say?
Then I'm blazing, wrapping his thumb right there
On my life, I swear
If I ain't gonna burn it
With my life I tell
On my life, I swear
My skin forgets
Got my nigger asking
Yes, what's the deal?
I'm just here rapping, trying to get a deal
There's no time for honeys when I'm in the field
Cause it's money over everything
I'm from Thames Mead where the south east ended
Flipped the full of pretenders
Now you see what a fucking rule ends
Even if I'm up with teeth, now I'm not a real dentist
I'm on the road to the riches and it's got me wishing
That I'll be seeing more bills than a politician
Look, I'll say this once, you better fucking listen
You better have some guns
If you're fucking dissing, cause when it comes to drama
Look, I've seen a mad dude
I've seen niggers sell this shit and then steal it back
I feel the people bitches pull out sticks when they're stealing cats
What's the deal with that?
I'm your motherfucking
Love Eldian hats in the sky
Nigger don't ask why
I'm a whip that will take your life
I'm from South East London
I'm to the block gang Black Levers
Black Mackie Levers, Black Barrettas
Where you pepping? Yeah, we get the walk back
Put a long thing to your dome like a top hat
That's how we roll, so we gotta rock that
Black shades on looking so cash but
When you see the flash
Then your life's at stake
Mind didn't pop off, I'm guessing it's my mates
Loud sounds surround ringing in my ear
If we bring the pump out, we make your heart jump out
One shot can make a nigger disappear
Like he was never there
Raising a slumsware
Guns, drugs and money
It's the MO, love for the streets
So I can never let go
I never trade my soul to be Drake or Jacob
I'd rather do my own thing, just be brave and stay bold
Who am I? What am I?
100 spit bars, I throw it up
Bum it up
The flow's sick, there's no cure for this
This bitch's crap but I swear it's not as pure as this
Think some nice yak with some haze
Watch me burn a spliff while I write facts on the page
Day in the mirror's got me looking in the mirror
Daily, thinking God that I never turned out that crazy
Let that brother killin' women with a bow and arrow
All that big shit has got my mother rolling in power
I'm knee deep in the game, I can't be moving shallow
Feels like I'm being judged, but I can't see the panel
So until the day I meet him, I'ma do my thing
Stay away from joke and my freedom's the most important thing
Yeah, see ya
My work's hard old for the love of the queen's face
So you done, no money's what I do chase
I tried hard when I grind hard, not to catch a dumb case
I grind so hard I wear the same clothes for three days
And that's all for the love of the dope
Cos you all know you need to pee for your legacy to go
So I stick to moving food on the back roads
I can't wait to couple on my dog's land road
Sometimes I won't even see them till they're mad old
That foot all on got my body feelin' mad cold
Say if I spot myself a pain in you, it has to be his time to go
Let the shot split his head mad slow
That's just the way that we think on this mad road
Grow the whole system like gimmick that
If not, we let them shots go
That's just the way that we think on this mad road
Grow the whole system like gimmick that
If not, we let them shots go
Hard not life where we were
That's why we stay rolling up part one
Of how we let our stress go
Part two, let the machine go
I'm a grind, I ain't got time for no dumb hoe
Move OZ's on the low key
From these dumb pigs you buy like me
The last pinkest thing you see is a big stick
What's been family screaming at RIP
You should've known this whole shit was pee
I'm just another OG that hugs onto his stick
Snap a dude out, empty out a clip
If you got beef with me, make sure you don't slip mad
Fuck it, make sure you don't sleep
Listen, listen
Get a slimy sack, get a chopper sack
You got an other sack, make some others crack
Far from it like I swear on my mother's life
Right ladies, in the case of an other sack
Listen right ladies, in the case of an other sack
Boom, boom, boom, boom
